A dead sibling, then? he thinks. Draco could dip into her mind, see if there's some hint of a lie or a trick; but he is far too focused on the sunset blend of her coat and the way her voice gently eggs him on. He tilts his head, serpent's smile flashing those sharp teeth and that slithering, freakish tongue.
"You sound as if you might belong in Pangea, then," the demon muses, pupilless eyes leaving his studious watching to catch her gaze. He thinks her attitude might suit the territory, as well; and he wonders how strange it might be for him to come home with an actual recruit (never mind that he hardly thinks of her as recruit and more of another fascinating, pretty woman to keep around). Desire might laugh at him and Dove might frown, but Draco has never been one to ignore his own desires.
The demon tilts his head again, a gesture he finds himself doing often when his curiosity is sated, wondering what it could possibly be that Tirza is about to show him--
But he doesn't see her power, doesn't hear or smell it. He feels it, the sensation of his life being stolen settling as a burning tingle in his chest. "Oh," Draco breathes out, pleasure and surprise coloring his voice. Those few weeks hardly matter to an immortal like himself--and rarely has Draco felt threatened when harm befalls him.
"How lovely, Sunshine. Is that all you can do?" he asks, threading more tendrils of shadow around her neck. He wanders closer, red eyes glimmering with a strange mischief. "Would you like to see what else I can do?" Draco purrs, then shows her before she can answer. It's just a moment, a split second of taking a single step as Tirza--but it's enough, and when he returns back to his body, he is panting.
@Tirza he possessed her for a second, if you want me to edit anything just let me know!! <3
